[ She's not too far. Marched out of the alleyway with Washington over her shoulder. Made sure not to hover too much, draw any more attention to what she assumed was a mess going to be left in the dark hidden away street. Strode a little bit away and when she got more than a look for being a woman with a man over her shoulder she took to setting Washington down on a bench that was at least not that street. Irked with him she may be, but she'd never mistreat a man on her watch. Sets him down carefully and when asked if he was alright she defers to the standard response around here that is a poor beleaguered wife and her husband here, had drunk too much again. Do not mind them so much, her family will be along shortly to help them out.
Waiting patiently, nervously, standing by Washington's side. Arms crossed over her chest, drumming in mild frustration, nervousness, mounting worry that she shouldn't have let Miles alone with a traitor. Her fingers tap against her opposing forearms. Teeth set on the inside of her lip, at least the part of a worried, frustrated wife. Just - over the wrong man, apparently.
When she sees him, her hand lifts to catch his attention. Scowl firmly fixed in place. ]
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Waiting patiently, nervously, standing by Washington's side. Arms crossed over her chest, drumming in mild frustration, nervousness, mounting worry that she shouldn't have let Miles alone with a traitor. Her fingers tap against her opposing forearms. Teeth set on the inside of her lip, at least the part of a worried, frustrated wife. Just - over the wrong man, apparently.
When she sees him, her hand lifts to catch his attention. Scowl firmly fixed in place. ]